Iced Tea
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugioh. I am not that guy so I do not own Yugioh.
A fic I whipped up in five minutes. Enjoy.
The ice clicked against the glass like his lover's teeth against his own- the taste of summer was on his mouth... raw, sexy, humid. Seto almost didn't want to admit he liked sitting on the porch during the scorcher, but it was something Yami had suggested. To get out of the house, yeah, that was it.
He watched as Yami found a place on his lap as he set his drink down. Oh yes. It was a miserably hot day and Yami had conveniently decided to share his warmth with him. His pants were black and shiny and glaring in the sunlight.
Seto wondered how sweaty Yami's body was under all that black leather. Those pants would be a pain in the ass to get off, they'd squick and peel on squirming scrawny legs. They'd leave red chaffing marks and god knew they'd be moist and fall to the floor like a burned out pile of rubber. Then powdery soft legs would be exposed with gentle inviting curves.
"I know what you're thinking about." Yami whispered oh-so-perceptively to him.
"Tell me." Seto issued the challenge.
"Pornography. It's the look in your eyes." The other breathed on the ridge of his noes.
Yami was pretty lucky, Seto reflected. He'd be the only one to see what porn looked like in ice blue eyes.
Or maybe he was just seeing his own reflection.